Mean People
They stick like glue
Although what they say isn't true
You believe it and it sticks
It hurts
Like a thorn
And the skin that is hurt
Is the skin of your emotions
The blood that trickles are your tears
Your happiness flows away
And anger rushes in
You try to hold back the tears
You sit and think if what they said was true
If your glasses really make you a nerd
Or just because you don't like the sight of blood makes you a wuss
But remember this
Don't believe it
Don't think about it
And most certainly
Don't cry about it
poem by Andres Hernandez
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